The Quarterback's Little s****r - Sex Stories

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... he hit a button to end the call. Was he going crazy? Was he supposed to feel like if his little s****r was in the room right then he would have been unable to help himself touching her all over, running his hands over her body: those wonderful breasts he longed to see, kissing her beautiful neck and shoulders, caressing her legs. Did she know that he'd hung up the phone and found himself fully hard, thinking of her in a way he knew he should not? He couldn't possibly know, but his little s****r had done the very same thing, imagining that Brad came home and finally helped her understand what it might feel like to be with a boy. - Two weeks flew by. Both Brad and Emily had fully packed schedules before he was to return home. When their heads hit the pillow at night, they were lucky to even exchange a few texts before falling asl**p. Then, Emily came home from the gym one day during the week before school started and almost fainted at the sight of her b*****r. Not only was she so unbelievably glad to see him, but he looked incredible. He was tan from all the time out in the sun. His hair had grown longer and unruly. He even had dark scruff on his face so he looked considerably older. And he was huge! He filled out an old t-shirt so it looked stretched across his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs! Emily felt so guilty when she sensed herself getting wet as she approached him. And Brad was in for even more of a treat than his s****r, or at least he thought so. She had ...

... obviously spent some time in the sun, but her body... God was she even more beautiful than he remembered. It had been less than three months and he wondered if it was the same girl. Or perhaps he was seeing her differently, still unbelieving that such a beautiful girl could also be his little s****r. Her stomach was flat as ever, with a hint of her abs showing when she ran over to jump into his arms. She wrapped her toned little legs around him and squeezed him tight. Brad remembered talking with Emily about the size of her boobs compared to his girlfriend's and he knew as she pressed them against him, even in a sports bra, that Emily's were bigger. "Are you ready for school next week?" He said excitedly, setting her cute bottom on the counter top. Brad was glad their parents weren't around because he was definitely taking some liberties with his hands, leaving them on her hips as he set her down. Emily shook her head 'yes,' looking anxious and adorable at the same time. She had imagined her b*****r coming home so many times and this was even better. She couldn't help herself leaning in and planting a quick peck on his lips. They were quiet, contented, for a while. Neither of them really cared to speak. Brad was standing between his little s****r's legs and holding her close enough that he was glad he hadn't gotten hard...yet. Even thinking about it worried him that Emily might soon be feeling something she shouldn't pressing against the tight fabric of her workout shorts. "I know ...